Prologue
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." MLK Jr.
28 years of the same thing. 28 years of repetition from Sunday morning to Sunday night of the following week.
This town that no one has ever heard of, just like a tiny speck of dust on the map, in Washington State. Living in Forks has its advantages and disadvantage; suppose like any other city does. But as I get older, I always come up with more disadvantages than advantages. The people that live here are crude and judgmental, as the same phrase goes with my generation. My generation of people are a tad worse. The age old saying of, 'If you aren't like me, then I'm not going to associate with you and pretend you're nothing,' is playing in their minds. Possibly whispering it every second of their natural born life.
It's quite pathetic, says the person who doesn't have enough guts to leave. I will someday.
I compare myself to a pure, innocent white dove that's been caged in for hours upon hours for some magician to show others his trick. Once the magician shows the trick, the dove flutters out of his white glove cladded hands setting it free. It needs to be free, it needs to go back to its habitat. But it keeps coming back for more, letting the magician have all the power.
Changing myself from the white dove that keeps coming back, I'm not coming back.
I'm being set free from this life.
I'll start a new slate.
It'll replace the dove metaphor to the magician metaphor.
I finally have control of my life.
That was when my dreamland dissolved into past memories.
That was the day reality came crashing down into my world.
I'm Bella Swan and this is my story of darkness turning into light.